Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 424: Confucian scholar: A moment of silence for my lost severed finger.

Qipan's gaze fell on the tray in Zhao Gao's hand.

There were two robes on the tray, both black with red backgrounds.

It was obviously modified from Ying Zheng's spare robe.

Qi Pan nodded and glanced at Eleven sideways, "Here."

"promise."

Eleven hurried forward to take the tray, holding the robe and followed Qi Pan into the tent.

After the robes were delivered, Zhao Gao returned to report.

Qi Pan took the robe and compared it with his body.

I have to say that among the people accompanying them, there is still some talented tailors.

But in just half a day, she was able to alter two robes that did not fit her figure at all to fit her perfectly.

Put on this robe and tie up your hair, and you will be dressed like a man from the Qin Dynasty!

When I woke up, it was still dark.

Qi Pan put on her new robe, tied her hair up simply, and walked out of the tent after getting dressed.

She was still carrying a large suitcase in her hands, and Eleven spoke quickly as soon as she came out.

"Immortal, let me help you carry this box. It's so heavy... so heavy."

After Eleven finished speaking, he saw Qi Pan holding the box and handing it to him easily.

Ah this......

It turns out that immortals are born with supernatural powers? ?

He saw the fairy's thin figure and thought she was weak, but he didn't expect...

He underestimated the ability of the immortal.

Yes, he was able to remain unscathed by lightning and even cut off a Confucian scholar's finger with just one move.

This is not an ordinary skill.

It’s just a box, can’t you lift it?

Eleven quickly took the box from Qi Pan.

Qi Pan was holding a bag in his other hand.

Inside were the clothes she had changed out of last night. The suitcase was already full when she arrived and couldn't hold any more.

She casually threw the bag to Twelve who was standing there in a daze.

"Take it."

"Huh? Oh."

Twelve was stunned, caught the bag and put it on his back.

Qi Pan turned and walked towards the tent where Ying Zheng was. Just as he reached the door, the door curtain was lifted from the inside.

Ying Zheng walked out with his tall and straight figure.

"Brother Zheng."

Qi Pan greeted with a smile.

When Ying Zheng saw that it was Qi Pan, a hint of gentleness appeared on his cold and majestic face.

"Immortal."

He glanced at Eleven and Twelve behind Qi Pan, and saw that they were carrying bags and boxes, so he looked at Qi Pan and asked.

"Have you packed up all the immortal's things?"

Qi Pan nodded: "There aren't many things to begin with, let them take them to the carriage later."

"Brother Zheng, shall we have breakfast first and then continue our journey?"

"Yes, please follow me, Immortal."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly and walked in front.

Qi Pan raised his foot and followed behind.

11. Zhao Gao had several soldiers following behind him.

The group walked towards the dining area.

As soon as they left, soldiers quickly dismantled all the tents and moved the items inside to load them onto trucks.

The dining area is rather simple, with a few low tables and a few large pots.

Millet rice was cooking in the pot, and large bones and meat were cooking in the other side.

"Your Majesty, Immortal."

When the cooks saw Ying Zheng and Qi Pan coming, they hurried forward to greet them.

Then the food was served.

"Your Majesty, Immortal, this is today's meal."

Ying Zheng nodded and waved his hand, and several cooks withdrew and continued to cook and serve meals to other soldiers.

Yesterday, those Confucian scholars and alchemists were all beaten with sticks and made to lie prone on the bed.

They couldn't get up to eat, so the cooks had to send a few people over to bring them food.

Qi Pan took the chopsticks and waited for Ying Zheng to start eating before he started eating.

Zhengge is the elder and the ancestor, so she can only eat after he picks up his chopsticks first.

This is the etiquette that Qi Pan should have as a junior.

Whether in modern times or ancient times, she would only move her chopsticks after her elders or superiors did.

Qi Pan and Ying Zheng were eating. Eleven, Twelve, Zhao Gao and several soldiers also took their bowls and started eating.

Squatting on the ground and eating.

This was the scene that Feng Quji, Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi and other ministers saw when they arrived.

They walked quickly over to Ying Zheng and Qi Pan and saluted, "Greetings, Your Majesty, Immortals."

"Well, let's go eat, and then we'll set off quickly."

"promise!"

Feng Quji, Li Si and others also quickly walked over to another low table.

When the cook saw them, he had already prepared the food and put it on the table.

Several cooks carried food to the tents where the Confucian scholars and alchemists were.

At this time, their tents had all been dismantled and loaded onto trucks, leaving only two rows of large bunk beds, on which lay Confucian scholars and alchemists.

They felt ashamed and lay down with their waists and hips exposed in public.

It is really... really disgraceful!

But there was no way. The soldiers said that time was pressing and they couldn't get up, so they could only move the tents and easy-to-move things onto the car.

Wait until everything is packed up before moving them to the car.

If they can't wait, they can go to the car and wait there.

These Confucian scholars and alchemists were beaten with ten sticks yesterday and were half dead. They screamed and groaned when they were applying medicine.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep all night. Now I'm sleepy, hungry, and in pain all over my body. I can't get up at all and don't have the energy to struggle.

They could only watch helplessly as a few soldiers dismantled their tents.

Without the shelter of the tents, they could even feel the naked mocking gazes of the passing soldiers and generals.

The Confucian scholars and alchemists who jumped out yesterday and were the first to be dragged out gritted their teeth viciously.

"damn it!"

"These rude and reckless men! When I see His Majesty, I will definitely reprimand them severely in front of His Majesty!"

"These people are so disrespectful to us, how despicable!"

The scholar with a broken finger lay listlessly on the bed.

At this point he no longer had any thought of seeking justice for himself.

First, a finger was broken, and then he was beaten with ten military sticks.

If Your Majesty wanted to make the decision for them, he would have come as soon as he received the news.

Now there is no sign of him, so I guess those ten beatings I received yesterday were in vain.

well...........

He tremblingly took out half of his severed finger from his arms.

Using the half of the severed finger, he stretched out his hand and dug a palm-sized hole in the ground, then put the severed finger in it.

Broken finger, oh broken finger, go with peace of mind...

After muttering to himself, he filled the soil back in and pressed it down hard.

He couldn't afford to offend that immortal, and he couldn't avenge himself.

Come back and be my finger in the next life...

The Confucian scholar next to him saw his action, stared at him and asked in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

The man said, "Mourn for my lost finger."

"........."